On Rainy Days

A Poem by Albena

On rainy days she likes to get her feet wet
On rainy days she has a different way of loving
                                 drowning her heart in waiting
On rainy days she dreams of mountain roads
On rainy days she walks in woods beautiful
                                and scary
On rainy days she is dark soul and heavy lashes
On rainy days she is wearing pearls and tears
On rainy days her bed is just an empty vessel
On rainy days she could tell you secrets
                    she would not even tell her mother
On rainy days she locks the doors and turns her phone off
On rainy days she likes to drink her bitter wine
On rainy days she’s sleeping in her jeans and sweater
                                 feeling as if she’s somehow protected
On rainy days she could not name her fears
On rainy days she could confess to crimes
                    she has not yet committed
On rainy days she wishes she was a few inches taller
On rainy days she goes through her collection
                                                     of books and lovers
On rainy days she likes to taste words for
           hidden meanings
On rainy days she leaves notes on the fridge
            as if somebody would read them
On rainy days she likes to paint the world in black and white
On rainy days she would not put a band-aid
                                                       she just would let it bleed
On rainy days she likes to finish things in a reckless kind of way
On rainy days and rainy days only
                    she might open her heart to let you in.